<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:56:21.788-05:00</updated><category term='quote a quote'/><category term='our neighborhood'/><category term='happy holidays'/><category term='monkeys'/><category term='Highland adventures'/><category term='first post'/><category term='before and after'/><category term='crafty'/><category term='appointments'/><category term='togetherness'/><category term='Daddy-O'/><category term='Playthings Toy Store'/><category term='outings'/><category term='no pics Thursday'/><category term='family days'/><category term='Out Of The Mouth Of Joseph'/><category term='On The Menu'/><category term='mr bear'/><category term='beautiful Chloe'/><category term='Joseph fun'/><category term='ketchup...catch up...get it?'/><title type='text'>Growing Up With Mr Bear</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-7944424035257158017</id><published>2009-08-11T15:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:12:16.362-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out Of The Mouth Of Joseph'/><title type='text'>Two Years Old and Reading?</title><content type='html'>This morning Joseph dragged his oversized monkey from the corner of his bedroom and sat him down in front of the sofa.  Joseph announced, "I cover monkey with my blanket."  I asked Joseph if his monkey would to be read a book.  Joseph picked up a nearby book and sat it on his lap and began reading, "Once upon a time....." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the book did not start out this way, but Joseph had me convinced!  :)  What a reader!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-7944424035257158017?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/7944424035257158017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=7944424035257158017' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/7944424035257158017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/7944424035257158017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-years-old-and-reading.html' title='Two Years Old and Reading?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-4346546136049281770</id><published>2009-06-23T13:45:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:32:53.075-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out Of The Mouth Of Joseph'/><title type='text'>Grapes are Footballs- Carrots are Cheesy Puffs</title><content type='html'>This is how Joseph interpreted his dinner the other evening...Grapes = footballs, Carrots = cheesy puffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time I posted, we have had a month full of fun!   We now have a small pool on the deck for the kids to dip in when we're not trekking it to the zoo.  They have had fun playing in it, especially running and jumping in!  We purchased a zoo membership and have already taken several trips to enjoy the animals in the evenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've taken a break the past few days- it's been hot, hot, hot!  We've stayed indoors to keep cool and sunburn-free.   Too, Joseph is getting over an ear infection, which we're treating with antibiotics.  After one day of medicine, he was already another child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting an "Out Of The Mouth Of Joseph" series of posts because of the zany concepts he has been sharing with us.  The first I have to share (and I could share at least five others off the top of my head!) happened after we met James downtown at work last week.  I had just pulled out of the parking spot and headed down Muhammad when the light at Fourth Street Live turned red.  I stopped for the light, and yielded to pedestrians. Lunchtime is a very congested time of the day in this area.  Large groups of people headed for lunch, while others were making their way across the street listening to their iPods or talking on the phone.  As I sat waiting for the light to change, I heard from behind my seat in the smallest voice:  "Move please".  This was Joseph using his manners and requesting that the pedestrians move!    I laughed all the way home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few pics for your enjoyment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SkEfH9-d4eI/AAAAAAAAAP0/GowcjZjy9zk/s1600-h/atthezoo1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SkEfH9-d4eI/AAAAAAAAAP0/GowcjZjy9zk/s320/atthezoo1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350592054048973282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SkEfISHw4SI/AAAAAAAAAQE/e1scoUoJb-Y/s1600-h/atthezoo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SkEfISHw4SI/AAAAAAAAAQE/e1scoUoJb-Y/s320/atthezoo2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350592059456676130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SkEfICJp3oI/AAAAAAAAAP8/oWbSSlaRFgY/s1600-h/chloebathtime.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SkEfICJp3oI/AAAAAAAAAP8/oWbSSlaRFgY/s320/chloebathtime.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350592055169638018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SkEfIrWw_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/2kNnHtC1NtQ/s1600-h/poolfun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SkEfIrWw_RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/2kNnHtC1NtQ/s320/poolfun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350592066230484242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-4346546136049281770?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4346546136049281770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=4346546136049281770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/4346546136049281770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/4346546136049281770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2009/06/grapes-are-footballs-carrots-are-cheesy.html' title='Grapes are Footballs- Carrots are Cheesy Puffs'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SkEfH9-d4eI/AAAAAAAAAP0/GowcjZjy9zk/s72-c/atthezoo1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-4955550311785259768</id><published>2009-05-09T16:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:49:26.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Mornings Spent Indoors!</title><content type='html'>After spending several days inside due to the rain, we changed things up this morning by pulling out a chest drawer and filling it full of plastic balls!  I wanted to bury Joseph in the balls, like &lt;a href="http://www.noggin.com/shows/littlebear.php"&gt;Little Bear&lt;/a&gt; did in a recent episode with leaves, but he wasn't going for it! We covered up his legs and kicked all the balls off!  Oh, and filled a large scoop and dumped the balls in his large dump truck!  Chloe was more interested in removing the balls one by one!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SgXqxCku9iI/AAAAAAAAAPk/AY4ZQsECtNU/s1600-h/kick+those+balls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SgXqxCku9iI/AAAAAAAAAPk/AY4ZQsECtNU/s320/kick+those+balls.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333927461915653666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SgXqxdAgZ-I/AAAAAAAAAPs/PzW4DRjnNZA/s1600-h/playinginballs1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SgXqxdAgZ-I/AAAAAAAAAPs/PzW4DRjnNZA/s320/playinginballs1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333927469011462114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SgXqxPXJT7I/AAAAAAAAAPc/kbvSczV7eRI/s1600-h/having+fun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SgXqxPXJT7I/AAAAAAAAAPc/kbvSczV7eRI/s320/having+fun.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333927465348321202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SgXqxPTQy0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/_A9cOUDR_dM/s1600-h/ball+fun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SgXqxPTQy0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/_A9cOUDR_dM/s320/ball+fun.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333927465332034370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-4955550311785259768?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4955550311785259768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=4955550311785259768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/4955550311785259768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/4955550311785259768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-mornings-spent-indoors.html' title='Fun Mornings Spent Indoors!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SgXqxCku9iI/AAAAAAAAAPk/AY4ZQsECtNU/s72-c/kick+those+balls.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-9118144800547803539</id><published>2009-04-25T21:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:27:39.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Days of Spring....Nearly Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SfO2KogJUAI/AAAAAAAAAPM/mtxLYy9aXE4/s1600-h/100_6912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SfO2KogJUAI/AAAAAAAAAPM/mtxLYy9aXE4/s320/100_6912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328803077896622082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SfO2KXewQOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/PvBLuD80_zM/s1600-h/100_6908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SfO2KXewQOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/PvBLuD80_zM/s320/100_6908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328803073327382754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SfO2KfbEJWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/pbefo5v0uTI/s1600-h/100_6904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SfO2KfbEJWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/pbefo5v0uTI/s320/100_6904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328803075459392866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SfO2KDjyjoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/1rolRCcG5MQ/s1600-h/100_6900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SfO2KDjyjoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/1rolRCcG5MQ/s320/100_6900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328803067979796098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a beautiful day last Saturday.  I wish that we had more beautiful afternoons like this.  I was able to capture a fun afternoon out on our deck with the two sweetest little people I know.   I captured great photos (which is rare with a two year old) of Joseph playing in our camping chair.  I also captured a few great smile photos of Chloe-- even one showing her bottom tooth.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these two so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-9118144800547803539?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/9118144800547803539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=9118144800547803539' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/9118144800547803539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/9118144800547803539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2009/04/lazy-days-of-springnearly-summer.html' title='Lazy Days of Spring....Nearly Summer!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SfO2KogJUAI/AAAAAAAAAPM/mtxLYy9aXE4/s72-c/100_6912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-7858106134733701139</id><published>2009-04-01T14:45:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:31:19.322-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appointments'/><title type='text'>It's Great to 'Hear' Good News!</title><content type='html'>This morning Joseph had his ABR hearing test, and the results came back wonderfully!  The results from the ABR confirmed there is normal hearing in both ears!  No hearing loss was found, as once was a concern (posted in this &lt;a href="http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/10/serving-or-two-or-three.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;) of the audiologist at Kosair Children's Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out bright and early...actually before it came 'bright' (7am!)...and made our way to the sedation area within the hospital.   Joseph was not ready to go back to sleep, but reacted to the sedation medicine as predicted.  Within 20-25 minutes, and after restyling my hair, saying "down" repeatedly, kicking and squirming, the medicine got the upper hand in order for the ABR to be performed.  Despite the resistance to sleep, I took great pleasure in holding and rocking him to sleep.  I was reminded of the days in his nursery when he was a wee one....  Oh, I digress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once completely asleep, I carried him down the hallway to the audiologist department, where the ABR was completed in 45 minutes or so.  I was right there when Joseph woke up...He was in a groggy and good mood, and was thirsty.  The anesthesiologist gave him some Sprite in a sippy cup to make sure he could swallow without trouble, and all was a green light for our little boy!  He LOVED the Sprite, which I thought would be a special treat over apple juice or water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph was still unsteady on his feet when we got home.  He wasn't ready to take a nap right away, although he was still weak. He finished his Sprite and ate a small pack of pudding while cozied up on the sofa watching Little Bear.  His blue hat made it all better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SdPA4ZenvFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Cjc3vrgXlq0/s1600-h/josephs+abr+day+4.1.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SdPA4ZenvFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Cjc3vrgXlq0/s320/josephs+abr+day+4.1.09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319807659999214674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful that there is no hearing loss.  I know this is small potatoes for those parents who have children with greater struggles.   I just feel like our little boy has overcome enough already!  And, I'm so glad I no longer have to worry about the possibility of hearing aides or ear tissue damage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's taking a great nap right now, which is what I hoped for.  Sleeping off the medicine is the best way to get it out of the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to healthy hearing while waiting for him to wake up so I can smother him with hugs and kisses!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-7858106134733701139?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/7858106134733701139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=7858106134733701139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/7858106134733701139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/7858106134733701139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-great-to-hear-good-news.html' title='It&apos;s Great to &apos;Hear&apos; Good News!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SdPA4ZenvFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Cjc3vrgXlq0/s72-c/josephs+abr+day+4.1.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-5861010277707079353</id><published>2009-03-29T13:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:10:01.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>March Merriment</title><content type='html'>Oh, how this past week flew by! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph had his First dentist appointment last Monday.   He has all of his toddler teeth, with his two year molars still making their way in!   I decided it was a good time to bring him to the dentist.  He'll be comfortable going by starting him early!  I had been telling him about the dentist and how &lt;a href="http://www.wheregrinsbegin.com/Dr%20V%28640x480%29.JPG"&gt;she&lt;/a&gt; would ask him to open wide and say, "Aaaah!"  On the way to the office we talked about how she would clean his teeth and make sure they were healthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was such a cooperative and well-behaved patient!   The dental assistant put a pair of giraffe sunglasses on Joseph so he would be wearing glasses (well, goggles) just like her!   He was so interested in them that he barely realized when she started cleaning his teeth.  After the cleaning (which was all of ten minutes for his little set of teeth!), the dentist followed up and said his teeth looked great and there were no cavities!   That's what I love to hear!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday we took a family adventure to a family owned and private petting zoo in Prospect called Henry's Ark.  We were greeted in the parking lot by three lamas and a couple donkeys, who all were very excited about the carrots James had in his pocket.   One of the llamas sneezed shortly after we got out of the car, which startled Joseph so James carried him for about the first 20 minutes of our visit.  Joseph especially loved feeding the swans and ducks pieces of bread.   We finished up visit by seeing the camel, albino peacock, deer, and rabbits--which we fed the last of our carrots too.   We'll definitely be making many more trips to &lt;a href="http://unusualkentucky.blogspot.com/2008/05/henrys-ark.html"&gt;Henry's Ark&lt;/a&gt; this spring and summer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, our fun week was wrapped up on Friday when Joseph met &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/emilybach"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt; for a playdate at Oxmoor Mall's pirate ship.   They had a good time sliding down the pirate ship and driving the ice cream truck and bus together.     Next time I HAVE to bring the camera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-5861010277707079353?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5861010277707079353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=5861010277707079353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/5861010277707079353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/5861010277707079353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-merriment.html' title='March Merriment'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-8100636322713538780</id><published>2009-03-11T14:45:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:13:41.548-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful Chloe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph fun'/><title type='text'>Hello Big World!</title><content type='html'>Back by popular demand and to help fulfill those repeated requests for an update, I offer recent photos and an update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SbgJZNjJmLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/K_iFZ2vJgZA/s1600-h/100_6804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SbgJZNjJmLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/K_iFZ2vJgZA/s320/100_6804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312006089221970098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe is-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking five or six steps independently (photos forthcoming) and loves to stand straight up in the middle of the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of her bathring and supporting herself in the slick and sometimes unyielding bathtub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting in a booster seat at the table and absolutely loves to feed herself finger foods (no more pureed foods for this girl!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SbgIhNZFDnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0OenSlkRxD0/s1600-h/100_6803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SbgIhNZFDnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0OenSlkRxD0/s320/100_6803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312005127107055218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of Chloe's climbing escapades on the sofa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph is going to a local preschool (omitting the name for privacy purposes)... He's pictured here with his teacher's aide and developmental interventionist on this first day of school.   It's a great environment and he's in a class of eight with peers close to his age. It's a perfect fit for us!   He's in class for two hours each week.  This is his sixth week of class and he loves it just as much as the first day.  Each time I pick him up he's still exploring the room as if I had just dropped him off for the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SbgJYrb88uI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ubGot6XIlKc/s1600-h/danielle+and+joseph.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SbgJYrb88uI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ubGot6XIlKc/s320/danielle+and+joseph.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312006080064975586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First preschool artwork (and still on the fridge for our enjoyment!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SbgJZKMnwkI/AAAAAAAAAOU/aqxkSyRS30s/s1600-h/penguin+of+hearts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SbgJZKMnwkI/AAAAAAAAAOU/aqxkSyRS30s/s320/penguin+of+hearts.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312006088322171458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the penguin's eyes are skewed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-8100636322713538780?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8100636322713538780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=8100636322713538780' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/8100636322713538780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/8100636322713538780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-big-world.html' title='Hello Big World!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SbgJZNjJmLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/K_iFZ2vJgZA/s72-c/100_6804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-628801796906674400</id><published>2009-02-04T03:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T04:58:31.917-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful Chloe'/><title type='text'>A 'Gripping' Tale</title><content type='html'>Four days into February?  I find this next to unbelievable!  Had I not flipped the calendar to February yesterday, I would not know the date!   Where do the days go when you're having fun playing with two little ones, and keeping up with relentless house work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a lot of excitement here lately.  I'll start with Chloe this month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I decided to add a little bubble bath fun to the morning.  Shortly after splashing bubbles and dunking bath toys, Chloe became very still, gripped her hands onto her bath seat, and twisted her face into a grimace. This was not the kind of grimace that told me there were not enough bubbles in the tub and she wanted more. Well, you could say that.... But, oh no!  I digress.... It was more of a 'I'm going to poopie now, here in my bubble bath with Joseph, so you better act fast and get me out of the tub' grimace.    I managed to swish her out of the tub and wrap her in a towel, but not before a little surprise plunked into her bath seat (thankful for it!), followed by a thud landing on the tub's ledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bath time came to an abrupt halt for both, needless to say.  The whirlwind cleanup coordination that took place moments later is baffling, really.  I redefined the term 'multi-tasking' in the moments that followed! A mother with only two arms (yes, only two!) managed to hold Chloe-her business now finished, get Joseph from the tub unscathed, scoop poopies with several sheets of toilet paper, flush the toilet, drain the tub, all the while explain to a puzzled and  shivering Joseph why bathtime was cut short.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, I would not trade a bath time like this for any other.  Call me crazy!  It made for an exciting, unforgettable morning.  I laughed through lunch and was tickled throughout the afternoon as I recalled the scene, with all it's commotion and haste. From this, I learned more about myself -- that I fare well under pressure (you can call it that!!) and can laugh at a situation that may leave another stressed and headed for the hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if only I could grow a third arm....?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (Chloe, if you read this when you're older, I realize sharing your 'business' is not socially appropriate, but this is definitely a moment I want to remember. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-628801796906674400?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/628801796906674400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=628801796906674400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/628801796906674400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/628801796906674400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2009/02/gripping-tale.html' title='A &apos;Gripping&apos; Tale'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-1416463353570169845</id><published>2009-01-20T07:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:08:05.588-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph fun'/><title type='text'>When Life Hands You Lasagna Noodles, Get Creative</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SXXJ8UYjBrI/AAAAAAAAAN8/BPzKdtMk45g/s1600-h/lasagna+noodles+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SXXJ8UYjBrI/AAAAAAAAAN8/BPzKdtMk45g/s320/lasagna+noodles+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293358975144887986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SXXJ8a8-4FI/AAAAAAAAAN0/h--mAQXOj7A/s1600-h/lasagna+noodles+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SXXJ8a8-4FI/AAAAAAAAAN0/h--mAQXOj7A/s320/lasagna+noodles+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293358976908320850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone found the lasagna noodles and had a little fun.....&lt;br /&gt; I wonder if he was going for &lt;a href="http://www.axesandalleys.com/Index/aa020/lasagna.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  Chef Joseph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-1416463353570169845?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1416463353570169845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=1416463353570169845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/1416463353570169845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/1416463353570169845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-life-hands-you-lasagna-noodles-get.html' title='When Life Hands You Lasagna Noodles, Get Creative'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SXXJ8UYjBrI/AAAAAAAAAN8/BPzKdtMk45g/s72-c/lasagna+noodles+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-3566304642535891119</id><published>2009-01-08T20:32:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:55:01.620-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful Chloe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ketchup...catch up...get it?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph fun'/><title type='text'>Pictures Are Worth a Thousand Words</title><content type='html'>Beautiful Chloe Turns One!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SWasvD18c1I/AAAAAAAAANk/HbfTeQHIM3M/s1600-h/100_6712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SWasvD18c1I/AAAAAAAAANk/HbfTeQHIM3M/s320/100_6712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289104736878621522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe enjoys the rose from her birthday cake!Notice her left fist full of cake and icing--it gets a lot hairier than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SWatXFmKUxI/AAAAAAAAANs/Tm8gjCyA5Ng/s1600-h/100_6732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SWatXFmKUxI/AAAAAAAAANs/Tm8gjCyA5Ng/s320/100_6732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289105424544060178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last picture we took before deciding she needed a bath...and her gown needing laundering! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SWarWWhoOoI/AAAAAAAAANc/Va9UDnF3UAU/s1600-h/100_6639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SWarWWhoOoI/AAAAAAAAANc/Va9UDnF3UAU/s320/100_6639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289103212885326466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On January 1st (an easy date to remember for this busy mamma!) Joseph upgraded to a big boy toddler bed.  I had many pictures of him and his new bed-he loves it!- but this one with Mom I liked a lot...because Joseph is holding her hand while James and Mom have a conversation.   He loves Granny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-3566304642535891119?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3566304642535891119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=3566304642535891119' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/3566304642535891119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/3566304642535891119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures-are-worth-thousand-words.html' title='Pictures Are Worth a Thousand Words'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SWasvD18c1I/AAAAAAAAANk/HbfTeQHIM3M/s72-c/100_6712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-6386818284804873027</id><published>2008-12-23T08:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:14:16.802-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy holidays'/><title type='text'>Tall In The Saddle We Spend Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>Santa called last night to let us know he found one of &lt;a href="http://www.virtualhorses.com/HorseProducts/SpringHorses.htm"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; for Joseph!&lt;br /&gt; I'm expecting a knock on the door this year since he won't be able to get it down the chimney!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Santa's big night for delivering presents.   I'm happy I found this comic in time!   ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll share some banana bread and a chia latte with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SVDjSH_fXVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Zh0oiiHsp3o/s1600-h/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SVDjSH_fXVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Zh0oiiHsp3o/s320/santa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282972263428087122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-6386818284804873027?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/6386818284804873027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=6386818284804873027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/6386818284804873027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/6386818284804873027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/12/tall-in-saddle-we-spend-christmas-day.html' title='Tall In The Saddle We Spend Christmas Day'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SVDjSH_fXVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Zh0oiiHsp3o/s72-c/santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-3073991140015400398</id><published>2008-12-22T15:11:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:26:16.824-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful Chloe'/><title type='text'>Look At Me Now!</title><content type='html'>Isn't she getting so big??  Chloe will be one at the end of this month! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SU_0x6t-SpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/0b_RekQIPLQ/s1600-h/chloe+on+the+sofa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SU_0x6t-SpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/0b_RekQIPLQ/s320/chloe+on+the+sofa.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282710026341730962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat Chloe on the sofa for a little time to chew on her teething turtle.  She is so mobile now!  She showed me that she could bounce on her knees....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SU_2IgvDaVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a4_qyTYGtg8/s1600-h/chloe+on+tiptoes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SU_2IgvDaVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a4_qyTYGtg8/s320/chloe+on+tiptoes.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282711514015557970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and pull herself up the sofa pillows and tip toe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-3073991140015400398?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3073991140015400398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=3073991140015400398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/3073991140015400398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/3073991140015400398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/12/look-at-me-now.html' title='Look At Me Now!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SU_0x6t-SpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/0b_RekQIPLQ/s72-c/chloe+on+the+sofa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-805152890667698753</id><published>2008-12-08T22:19:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:57:51.735-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph fun'/><title type='text'>Humongous Joseph First!</title><content type='html'>Today, Joseph went to his first-ever playgroup..... no "Mama", no relatives, new and unfamiliar grounds, grownups, and peers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I attended my first local &lt;a href="http://www.mops.org/page.php?pageid=70&amp;amp;srctype=menu"&gt;MOPS&lt;/a&gt; (Mothers of Preschoolers) meeting,  Joseph had a fun time playing with his peers.  This was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; for him--probably more for me, honestly!  ;)   He was eager to get to the toys in the playroom, and didn't even look up to see me  slip out of the room.  I briefly got acquainted with the ladies taking care of him before registering him for the playgroup.  Then, I stood in the hallway for ten minutes watching through the door to make sure he was acclimated before heading off for some time with local moms.   Another mom reassured me that he'd be okay....I knew that he would be- he's very social. The moment was more about me taking it all in and realizing that our little boy is growing up so quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I picked him up after MOPS, he was a little upset only because two other mothers had beat me to the room to get their little ones.  The caregiver told me that he started to get a little worried when he didn't see me behind them.  After much hugs and kisses, I got a great 'report' on Joseph that would make any mother's heart swell with pride!  They said he was very nice to the other children and even gave one little girl her pacifier when she was crying.   He has such a loving heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic I snapped of Joseph once we were home and on familiar ground:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///F:/DCIM/100K6490/100_6608.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/ST3rUwReyII/AAAAAAAAAMc/UJxQgiVZqiA/s1600-h/100_6608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/ST3rUwReyII/AAAAAAAAAMc/UJxQgiVZqiA/s320/100_6608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277633080136222850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Joseph is wearing his fluorescent sticker from his first playgroup......awwwwww)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-805152890667698753?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/805152890667698753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=805152890667698753' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/805152890667698753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/805152890667698753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/12/humongous-joseph-first.html' title='Humongous Joseph First!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/ST3rUwReyII/AAAAAAAAAMc/UJxQgiVZqiA/s72-c/100_6608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-4767171737456542062</id><published>2008-11-29T22:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:52:30.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph fun'/><title type='text'>a Dollar 'Ninety Nine!</title><content type='html'>Today, James watched the Little Ones so I could enjoy a few precious hours of '&lt;a href="http://metime.com/"&gt;me time&lt;/a&gt;'.  I was able to cover the ground (rather, 'stores') I'd imagined, and I was successful in finding some fabulous deals. (another blog to cover my steal o' deals later....with pics!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home from my fun outing, Joseph came running to the door to see me.  James and I were sifting through the bags of goodies, and we came across the gift wrap in the Walgreen's bag.  James was trying to guess the great sale price on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas&lt;/span&gt; gift wrap rolls I purchased.   I exclaimed, "I got these three rolls for a dollar 'ninety nine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph, in all the excitement of Mommy being home, looking at gift wrap rolls, and rattling shopping bags, runs out of the kitchen and with much glee, blurts out, "dollar 'ninety nine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James and I were in stitches laughing at our little boy who had been famous for one word exclamations, who skipped two words, and said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THREE&lt;/span&gt; this time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-4767171737456542062?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4767171737456542062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=4767171737456542062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/4767171737456542062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/4767171737456542062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/11/dollar-ninety-nine.html' title='a Dollar &apos;Ninety Nine!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-8095157623550237785</id><published>2008-11-28T20:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:43:02.956-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On The Menu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family days'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Is Every Day...</title><content type='html'>Our family celebrated Thanksgiving today.  Last night my brother, Daniel, came from Jasper and spent the night to spend the holiday with us.  Joseph woke up last night and was surprised to see Uncle Dan sitting at the computer Googling something about chess, molecular genetics, or quantum computing...you know...the usual...for Daniel!  Joseph said what I believe was his version of 'Uncle Dan' when he was getting out of bed this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Duane and Auntie Christine came this afternoon to share in a large feast that James prepared.  We dined on turkey, ham (James made a brown sugar glaze!), &lt;a href="http://www.sisterschuberts.com/products/home.dT"&gt;yeast rolls&lt;/a&gt;, green bean casserole (I made this...teeh, heeh), potato salad, deviled eggs, and turkey stuffing.   We had a great time chatting over delicious, warm traditional foods.  Duane and Christine loved watching Joseph sign for 'more' yeast rolls!  (He's like his Momma...loves the bread!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, the guys caught up while Christine and I went through a few boxes of baby goodies for Little Simon- their soon-to-be-arrival!   She is now 33 weeks, and is feelin' every week of it!  She's all belly, and is cute as a button pregnant.   Little Simon was gifted a lot of Joseph's clothes....I reminisced looking at the little gowns for night-night, his little shoes, and outfits that he outgrew.  Even while he ran from room to room, laughing, showing off for his uncles and aunt, those little baby moments were being searched for in my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Chloe's first Thanksgiving.  She won't remember any of it, but I will, a lot of moments.  She was lavished with affection by her uncles.  She showed them her new sounds (ya ya ya, ba, ba, ba, da, da, da), her speedy commando crawl, and her pull-to-stand!  Oh, and let me not forget impatience!  Ha!  She grunted and kicked her legs in between bites of food while I was shoveling it in as fast as possible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our camera slept through the whole day--shame on him!  I was happy to be in the moment and enjoy others enjoying our Little Ones.  A few still frames remain in my mind tonight as I write:   Joseph's little hand on Christine's belly (we told him his baby cousin was in there); Daniel sharing rhyming words with Chloe (goggle, boggle, coddle, moddle);   James cooking his heart out, then relaxing afterwards with Duane and Daniel; Duane loving up to Chloe and she was talking to him; Joseph running around in his yellow pajamas that Emma bought for him (he wore them tonight for the first time)...so cute and fuzzy!   These are the days I live for...family days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For each new morning with its light,&lt;br /&gt;For rest and shelter of the night,&lt;br /&gt;For health and food, for love and friends,&lt;br /&gt;For everything Thy goodness sends.&lt;br /&gt;~Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-8095157623550237785?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8095157623550237785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=8095157623550237785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/8095157623550237785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/8095157623550237785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-is-every-day.html' title='Thanksgiving Is Every Day...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-3054699135035545519</id><published>2008-11-24T11:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:38:44.331-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy-O'/><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged- It's Your Turn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://simplymade.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leslie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://simplymade.blogspot.com/2008/11/tag-im-it.html"&gt;tagged&lt;/a&gt; me last week and I need to respond and forward the game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Choose the 4th picture folder on my computer&lt;br /&gt;2) Choose the 4th picture&lt;br /&gt;3) Explain the picture&lt;br /&gt;4) Tag 4 other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you really want to know what's lurking out on our computer and in our pic files??  :)  It's dangerous folks...let me go see what's there to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SSrgHnnRJeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/djqcWX1O33g/s1600-h/james.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SSrgHnnRJeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/djqcWX1O33g/s320/james.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272272735287977442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the photo from our external picture drive.  I'm happy that Leslie tagged me; this is a great photo of James, and one that I would not have looked up otherwise!   I said it was dangerous, and boy is it ever--&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;dangerously&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;smokin&lt;/span&gt;'!  ;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pic of James taken at our friends' wedding...July '02 or '03?  He was one of the groomsmen for Sean. Sean and Mindy's wedding was held outdoors, in the corner of a field that once belonged to Mindy's brother.  The day was gorgeous for early July.... it's nice to remember a beautiful day and reflect on past times! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to pass it forward, I'm tagging &lt;a href="http://olliesescapades.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://joelhagin.wordpress.com/"&gt;Erin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://photographybylacey.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lacey&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://thewolfetimes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs. Wolfe&lt;/a&gt;...  play only if you want to or if/when you have time...  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-3054699135035545519?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3054699135035545519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=3054699135035545519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/3054699135035545519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/3054699135035545519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-been-tagged-its-your-turn.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged- It&apos;s Your Turn!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SSrgHnnRJeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/djqcWX1O33g/s72-c/james.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-8432867849749640138</id><published>2008-11-23T19:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:28:02.873-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ketchup...catch up...get it?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='togetherness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote a quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph fun'/><title type='text'>Birthday Boy- Birthday Week!</title><content type='html'>"A mighty flame followeth a tiny spark."&lt;br /&gt;~Dante Alighieri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SSn7yO_KQeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/NNwszEcMgbY/s1600-h/birthday+cake+resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SSn7yO_KQeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/NNwszEcMgbY/s320/birthday+cake+resized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272021679248916962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the 'paw print' at the bottom of the cake!  Joseph was already into it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ValuMarket makes the best cakes!) Joseph enjoyed his Elmo, Dorothy goldfish, and Mr. Noodle figures...  They're now active members of the barnyard, where Elmo loves to ride horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James and I feasted on this cake all week....and needless to say, it's now history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SSn8RcMxo7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/7xqO2s7L6NY/s1600-h/birthday+feeding+mr+noodle+resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SSn8RcMxo7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/7xqO2s7L6NY/s320/birthday+feeding+mr+noodle+resized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272022215371629490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph is sharing a bite of cake with Mr. Noodle-- how thoughtful...and smart!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a lot of video footage, so I don't have many photos to post from his little birthday celebration.  He's lovin' the toys he received:  a Little People barnyard set, a bop-it ball, and a police car and policeman set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph had his two year pediatrician appointment with Dr. Al, and we were given a clean bill of health.  The nurse weighed Joseph on the 'big boy' scale--no more sitting nakedly in the bucket seat for our Little Man!   He now weighs 25 lbs., which puts him in the fifteenth percentile for his weight (34" in height, 45%tile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm curious if those stand-up scales measure ounces....or are ounces now a measurement of the past just like months?   Joseph is now simply "two".    What's a momma to do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Al was very pleased with Joseph's progress, and checked off all the fine and gross motor skills for a happy and healthy two year old.  Dr. Al noted that Joseph is still a smidgen behind with speech, but was so delighted with the progress that our little 1 lb. 9 oz. miracle has made!  Joseph's receptive skills continue to shine (ask him anything!!), and his language and cognitive skills are anywhere from delayed.    Kim, Joseph's speech therapist, is working weekly with Joseph on speech development and it shows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I give thanks to the angels at Kosair's who were there for our growing son when he was so tiny.  We were two proud parents walking from the pediatrician's office with our growing toddler, and believe you me, I was giving many thanks that day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a difference two years make!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-8432867849749640138?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8432867849749640138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=8432867849749640138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/8432867849749640138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/8432867849749640138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday-boy-birthday-week.html' title='Birthday Boy- Birthday Week!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SSn7yO_KQeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/NNwszEcMgbY/s72-c/birthday+cake+resized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-836609187561326353</id><published>2008-11-16T13:45:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:42:03.273-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph fun'/><title type='text'>Booster Seats and More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SSBq3ChJ9ZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/CJ3WC-rDysI/s1600-h/100_6515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SSBq3ChJ9ZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/CJ3WC-rDysI/s320/100_6515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269329057824765330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.15.08- Joseph is permanently "free" from his highchair and has graduated to a booster seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Sorry for the poor pic quality- that's what you get when you cross a Kodak with low indoor lighting and early morning light)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been getting full use of the highchair we bought for Joseph long, long ago.  I could have moved Joseph into his booster seat at&lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/408_when-can-my-baby-sit-in-a-booster-seat-at-the-table_1368460.bc"&gt; nine months&lt;/a&gt; (bwahahahah!!!); however, I feel that by waiting this long I've saved myself A LOT of headache (including cleaning)!  This is a ripe age for moving a toddler to a booster seat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He truly enjoys sitting at the table with us and in his 'big boy' seat (a rite of passage, persay, since he's dining at the dinner table).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Little Man will be&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; years old&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow, and I'm beside myself.  Moving from a highchair to a booster seat, working on potty training, almost all his teeth in, understanding everything going on around him, turning two....  He's growing up too quickly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highchair is now completely Chloe's throne.  I'm really happy that Chloe is in tow! &lt;br /&gt;If she weren't, I'd be ready for another for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-836609187561326353?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/836609187561326353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=836609187561326353' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/836609187561326353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/836609187561326353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/11/booster-seats-and-more.html' title='Booster Seats and More'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SSBq3ChJ9ZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/CJ3WC-rDysI/s72-c/100_6515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-8245566887214310568</id><published>2008-11-13T07:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:05:10.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Great Pic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SRwkiuY09lI/AAAAAAAAALs/pWDcmkvZbj8/s1600-h/smiley+family+photo-+resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SRwkiuY09lI/AAAAAAAAALs/pWDcmkvZbj8/s320/smiley+family+photo-+resized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268125843102955090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to share this family photo that &lt;a href="http://photographybylacey.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lacey&lt;/a&gt; shot.  It's another favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already, you should click on her name (in this post) to be redirected to her blog.  She takes great photos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-8245566887214310568?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8245566887214310568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=8245566887214310568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/8245566887214310568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/8245566887214310568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-great-pic.html' title='Another Great Pic...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SRwkiuY09lI/AAAAAAAAALs/pWDcmkvZbj8/s72-c/smiley+family+photo-+resized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-1078380616261165477</id><published>2008-11-10T19:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T06:52:55.784-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote a quote'/><title type='text'>Happy Snappy Photo Session With Lacey!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt class="quote"&gt;You must click over to our friend's blog, &lt;a href="http://photographybylacey.blogspot.com/"&gt;Photography by Lacey&lt;/a&gt;.  Yesterday, we met 'prebonfire' at our friend Mindy's house for a photo session and had a blast taking photos! We were threatened with gray skies and mist, but we prevailed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt class="quote"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt class="quote"&gt;Lacey has this natural ability for capturing the moment, which pours onto every photo she takes.  Wouldn't you agree?!!  Take a look at the photos she took for our &lt;a href="http://photographybylacey.blogspot.com/2008/11/joseph-chloe-11908.html"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt;.  I know you'll 'ooh and aaaaah' over her work just as much as we did!   Thank you, Lacey, for such a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;To share my love of quotations, I found a suitable quote that will rise to this photog occasion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"A really great talent finds its happiness in execution." ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-1078380616261165477?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1078380616261165477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=1078380616261165477' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/1078380616261165477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/1078380616261165477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-snappy-photo-session-with-lacey.html' title='Happy Snappy Photo Session With Lacey!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-1593990285871886306</id><published>2008-11-09T06:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T07:21:08.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote a quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph fun'/><title type='text'>Discovering The Animals</title><content type='html'>James took Joseph on his first excursion to the zoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the last warm, beautiful days of the year, and what a way to spend it having fun outdoors. Joseph learned that the animals on his books' pages actually come alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SRbQHl0030I/AAAAAAAAAK8/k4b5WGKkqFU/s1600-h/100_6509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SRbQHl0030I/AAAAAAAAAK8/k4b5WGKkqFU/s320/100_6509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266625643087716162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great photo!&lt;br /&gt;James picked the perfect spot for this father &amp;amp; son snap- directly in front of a favorite! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SRbQIIOxT7I/AAAAAAAAALM/xP6JMnHmwBc/s1600-h/100_6486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SRbQIIOxT7I/AAAAAAAAALM/xP6JMnHmwBc/s320/100_6486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266625652323340210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James had to keep Joseph from crawling in with the ducks!  He really wanted to get under the fence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SRbQH_cZKhI/AAAAAAAAALE/Jnegn0cGt6U/s1600-h/100_6476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SRbQH_cZKhI/AAAAAAAAALE/Jnegn0cGt6U/s320/100_6476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266625649964558866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph was enthralled!  I would love to know what this turtle is telling Joseph.... "Tell your Daddy to bring you back next year...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SRbQIZCh32I/AAAAAAAAALU/Khc9eQC6La4/s1600-h/100_6505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SRbQIZCh32I/AAAAAAAAALU/Khc9eQC6La4/s320/100_6505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266625656835399522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, what would a visit to the zoo be without driving the safari bus?  Watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SRbSEdhMLCI/AAAAAAAAALk/koHhusycjZc/s1600-h/100_6497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SRbSEdhMLCI/AAAAAAAAALk/koHhusycjZc/s320/100_6497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266627788341521442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've actually gone to the zoo and had monkeys shout to me from their cages, "I'm in here when you're walking around like that?" ~  Robin Williams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-1593990285871886306?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1593990285871886306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=1593990285871886306' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/1593990285871886306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/1593990285871886306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/11/discovering-animals.html' title='Discovering The Animals'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SRbQHl0030I/AAAAAAAAAK8/k4b5WGKkqFU/s72-c/100_6509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-517031258422318505</id><published>2008-11-05T19:37:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T06:53:21.041-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote a quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph fun'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Begets Chocolate; Kindness Begets Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Good living is an act of intelligence, by which we choose things which have an agreeable taste rather than those which do not."&lt;br /&gt;Brillat-Savarin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SRI8l_VVY6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/bnuihRMyFgw/s1600-h/100_6467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SRI8l_VVY6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/bnuihRMyFgw/s320/100_6467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265337537703273378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best lighting in the house (for picture-taking) after dark is in the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate is not normally a staple in our household; however, this wonder drug has now found it's place (at least temporarily) in this beautiful jar my mother bought for us several years back when we visited this Key West &lt;a href="http://www.keywestbutterfly.com/index.htm"&gt;attraction&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Joseph ate his first (and second, and third.....) m&amp;amp;m.  In celebration of Election Day, I gave him mostly blue pieces.  He has never signed the word 'more' in his lifetime than in this single day.  Incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be able to get a kiss or two from him again with a few m&amp;amp;ms.  Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SRI8lTlHwQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2QfdPuOxNhA/s1600-h/changed+priorities.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SRI8lTlHwQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2QfdPuOxNhA/s320/changed+priorities.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265337525958328578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a 'wierd' sign for the road, but it's speaking volumes to me right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-517031258422318505?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/517031258422318505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=517031258422318505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/517031258422318505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/517031258422318505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/11/chocolate-begets-chocolate-kindness.html' title='Chocolate Begets Chocolate; Kindness Begets Kindness'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SRI8l_VVY6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/bnuihRMyFgw/s72-c/100_6467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-637040023093087160</id><published>2008-10-31T05:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:38:33.894-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkeys'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Daddy!</title><content type='html'>It's going to be a howling Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is James's birthday, and a holiday too! (I can picture him as a little boy trick or treating..."trick or treat.....oh, and today is my birthday too....") &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;James&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I'm undecided how I want to celebrate Halloween with the little ones...&lt;br /&gt;....stay home and make &lt;a href="http://www.kraftfoods.com/kf/recipes/ghost-95096.aspx"&gt;ghosts&lt;/a&gt; with Joseph and Chloe&lt;br /&gt;....photo some festively decorated lawns before the decorations are stored away&lt;br /&gt;....go to Dad's (and risk getting them sick...I better not....)&lt;br /&gt;.... find other little ones treating in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louisville_Highlands"&gt;area&lt;/a&gt; on Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how the day plays out. Joseph will love running around in a costume for the next month, even if no candy is involved (he won't know the difference).    And, Chloe, she will love being a princess or a pumpkin, or a pumpkin princess, for her first Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night before reading books and before bed time, James put on a show for the three of us to enjoy.  Spontaneous, full of laughter and love.  With Chloe on my right (leg) and Joseph on my left, we sat in anticipation for some entertainment from Daddy.  James juggled his colorful bean bag balls way up in the air, spinning them, and even did a toss or two under his leg.  Joseph sat in merriment with his eyes glued to James! And Chloe, well, let's just say she enjoyed it more than anything!  She tensed up her body with excitement, squealed and kicked her little legs with glee! Very cute!   It's just one of those precious priceless moments that I'll remember for a long time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next show, and when the camera is on point, this picture will have to substitute (he's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; as cute as James):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SQrPnwy6LXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/mFawT1sKBOo/s1600-h/juggling+monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SQrPnwy6LXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/mFawT1sKBOo/s320/juggling+monkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263247396556123506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to see a future juggling act, too? or pictures of how we spent our Halloween?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-637040023093087160?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/637040023093087160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=637040023093087160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/637040023093087160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/637040023093087160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-to-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday to Daddy!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SQrPnwy6LXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/mFawT1sKBOo/s72-c/juggling+monkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-6508730721638379479</id><published>2008-10-28T20:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:21:21.943-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful Chloe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ketchup...catch up...get it?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph fun'/><title type='text'>Don't Miss The Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SQeo8t10s8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Y88jL9t2EYM/s1600-h/100_6421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SQeo8t10s8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Y88jL9t2EYM/s320/100_6421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262360450656678850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Brother, I see the alien signal coming through our &lt;a href="http://www.hbofamily.com/programs/classical-baby.html"&gt;Classical Baby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph: I'm getting the same signal through my time-warp watch receiver.  We'll be out of here in no time with a press of a button!  Let's go tell Mom and Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SQeo8w-Z6tI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xPPllX4Xkfw/s1600-h/100_6422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SQeo8w-Z6tI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xPPllX4Xkfw/s320/100_6422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262360451497978578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the kiddos LOVE Classical Baby videos.  I DVR'd a few from HBO family channel to watch and life will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SQeo8fWWnlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/mzwo8wRJj_Y/s1600-h/100_6459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SQeo8fWWnlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/mzwo8wRJj_Y/s320/100_6459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262360446766587474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing off our pumpkin painting talents&lt;br /&gt; This pumpkin pic was taken after an unforgiving rain that we had.  The pumpkin art is a little smudged because we used washable paint, but the fun we had painting remains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SQeo70541EI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TN7gYq95ZsM/s1600-h/100_6458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SQeo70541EI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TN7gYq95ZsM/s320/100_6458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262360435372905538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few small gourds in the window to "autumn-ize" our place&lt;br /&gt;It's not the best pic angle, but it'll have to do...  To see some great photography, see my friend Lacey's new &lt;a href="http://photographybylacey.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, last but not least by any stretch, James and I celebrated our 10 year wedding anniversary.  I'll post more later about our fun trip to Nashville and a nearby antique shop.  Let's just say we had a very fun road trip (like in the 'old days') and enjoyed some pizza (a tradition; we ate pizza before our wedding) while in Nashville!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-6508730721638379479?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/6508730721638379479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=6508730721638379479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/6508730721638379479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/6508730721638379479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-miss-bliss.html' title='Don&apos;t Miss The Bliss'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SQeo8t10s8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Y88jL9t2EYM/s72-c/100_6421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-8767786547800875096</id><published>2008-10-23T06:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T06:57:57.422-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote a quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no pics Thursday'/><title type='text'>everyone here is asleep but me</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span class="body"&gt;Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;~ William Morris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  I read this quote a few weeks ago, and it made an impression on me.  I wanted to share.  I had to rely on google for who's quote it actually is.  I found a few more of William's quotes &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/w/william_morris.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote is helping me stay motivated to get organized (make my life easier) and show off my true decorating style (simple, comfortable, and beautiful--there's that word again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, even if I never get organized or show off my decorating style, I do have James, Joseph and Chloe!  They're useful (i.e., "James, can you get a diaper?", "Joseph, help Mommy clean.", "Chloe, make me laugh..") and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VERY beautiful&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-8767786547800875096?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8767786547800875096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=8767786547800875096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/8767786547800875096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/8767786547800875096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/10/everyone-here-is-asleep-but-me.html' title='everyone here is asleep but me'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-3366234829858784921</id><published>2008-10-18T12:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:28:44.079-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful Chloe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appointments'/><title type='text'>Sticking To My Day Job</title><content type='html'>The Little Ones are sleeping soundly in their beds... I thought I would take a few moments to share an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Mom and my nephew, Jimi, came to visit. I had to reschedule Joseph's ABR since he has a cold virus. These symptoms reared their ugly heads Monday then worsened through the week.  I was holding onto promise that it was just allergies, but I was proven wrong.  One virus down....how many to go? We had much more fun hanging out than being sedated for an ABR, despite the coughs and runny nose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SPoStGEYYCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X-h3JnauD8Q/s1600-h/jimi+resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SPoStGEYYCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X-h3JnauD8Q/s320/jimi+resized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258536080840876066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimi--I cannot believe he will be twelve soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SPoStVrPxuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nFz_BOch0HI/s1600-h/100_6413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SPoStVrPxuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nFz_BOch0HI/s320/100_6413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258536085030422242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Chloe-&lt;br /&gt;it's a little cloudy, but it's a shot!  Beautiful Sissy is still working on her first tooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad and Em came over this morning and brought with them a wonderful &lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/413P7BPGKKL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;surprise&lt;/a&gt;!  James and I were just saying that we needed to buy one for this season!   They also came packing goodies of cereal, juices, and crackers--all of Joseph's favorites.   We had a fun catch up visit while Joseph carried all the goodies into the living room to share with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am missing out on a get together that I organized at my friend Val's house. (Good goin', right?) The girls still manage to get together, and especially now that we have children tales to swap.  There's fun to be had!  Leigh, Valerie, and Lacey were planning to be there. Alhough we have kept in touch over the phone, I have not seen Leigh since a bonfire gathering last fall...and it's that time again!  Can't wait to her at this year's bonfire!  My longtime friend Lacey recently purchased a new camera (for her upcoming business venture!!!) and was planning to take a few shots of the Little Ones.  I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; looking forward to that, so we're tentatively rescheduling that date.  I'll definitely show off her talent when we have some pictures that she's taken.   And, Val, I'll probably not see her until after the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;lida&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!  ha!   Her Little One turned 1 last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better cut this short before the Little Ones wake up and I run out of 'chore time'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last parting gesture before I go  (from Joseph):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="pytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tall Paul;"&gt;Ode to Ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-fonteditor-start" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.pytext{font-size:24px;color:2E54AA;font-weight: bold;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span class="pytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tall Paul;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It's not a thrill to be ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;better liquid than a pill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;coughs, sneezes, and snots be nill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;healthier soon and never still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-3366234829858784921?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3366234829858784921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=3366234829858784921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/3366234829858784921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/3366234829858784921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/10/sticking-to-my-day-job.html' title='Sticking To My Day Job'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SPoStGEYYCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X-h3JnauD8Q/s72-c/jimi+resized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-3790012557130173859</id><published>2008-10-15T07:14:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:49:51.284-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ketchup...catch up...get it?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appointments'/><title type='text'>A Serving or Two or Three</title><content type='html'>A whole week without posting?  I cannot believe I'm guilty of this blogosphere crime!  The 'real world' has kept me hopping.  Seriously, if my to-do list gets any longer, it's going to grow arms &amp;amp; legs and run from me!  And, my brain, well, it's already on system-overload, but I'm still able to finish sentences....that's a good sign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few servings on our plate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Joseph has an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auditory_brainstem_response"&gt;ABR&lt;/a&gt; scheduled for this Friday; I'm nervous because they'll have to sedate him with an oral medication.  I'll be glad, though, if hearing loss is ruled out.   At his last hearing appointment, the audiologist said she has concern that Joseph has trouble hearing high-pitched frequencies.  Keep you posted....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Someone has the sniffles.  I hope it's only allergies and not a cold; otherwise, the ABR may be postponed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Meal planning- We need some grub!   We also need fall clothes!  We'll be out and about soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Our 10 Year Wedding Anniversary is this month!  We're planning an outing for ourselves to celebrate.  Aaah, how do I love him?   Let me count the ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Chloe is in the beginning stages of First Steps.  Joseph's physical therapist, Courtney, is going to take on Chloe to help her get that jump start in mobility.  Everyone- watch out!  Yesterday I had her up on her knees and hands and she was rockin' and rarin' to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I have a whole list of crafty things I want to create and/or finish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Joseph received a haircut from Mommy Monday.  Sitting still?  Not in his vocab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Oh, keep everyone updated on the blog.  (I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; include this, right???!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this mentioned, I am truly enjoying my days with the Little Ones.   Next time I blog, I'll let you in on what Joseph and Chloe have been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SPXVwbP49LI/AAAAAAAAAJk/eHQVwlt-rhE/s1600-h/100_6396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SPXVwbP49LI/AAAAAAAAAJk/eHQVwlt-rhE/s320/100_6396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257343167949763762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching a &lt;a href="http://www.signingtime.com/"&gt;Signing Time&lt;/a&gt; dvd- I was able to get a shot of Monday's haircut- not bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SPXVwsOwWrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Q-PEMCMTRm4/s1600-h/100_6395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SPXVwsOwWrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Q-PEMCMTRm4/s320/100_6395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257343172508408498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something to be said about a little boy's shoes being kicked off and left on the steps outside.   I realized his feet are not always going to be fit in these little shoes.  I had to capture my feelings in that moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-3790012557130173859?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3790012557130173859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=3790012557130173859' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/3790012557130173859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/3790012557130173859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/10/serving-or-two-or-three.html' title='A Serving or Two or Three'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SPXVwbP49LI/AAAAAAAAAJk/eHQVwlt-rhE/s72-c/100_6396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-604315669376043547</id><published>2008-10-08T21:32:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:14:34.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appointments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highland adventures'/><title type='text'>"These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things..."</title><content type='html'>We shared a great family day today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James was off work and I was certain we would be steadfast and headstrong unpacking boxes, organizing our belongings.  Rather, we lounged and played and made invisible the boxes that surrounded us!  :)    I even took an hour nap while both Little Man and Chloe-Chloe were sleeping.  (a fifteen minute power nap turned one hour nap- the first eight minutes I remember thinking, "I have this and this and this to get done.....but, this feels so good..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph's speech therapist, Kim, came toting her goodie bags this morning and offered us encouragement about Joseph's progress.  Joseph's sign knowledge has increased and he's vocalizing more sounds than during his last appointment.  Kim is such a creative, fun, and thoughtful person.  A great match suggested and paired with us from Courtney.  Recently, Kim's company had decided to end it's in-home health care program.  We're keeping our fingers crossed that she will continue in her field.  We love her and she's great at interacting with little tots and their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After naps and lunches, we took a stroll to Mid-City Mall to check out a nearly new shop.  Closed.  We walked around a few streets near our place, then made our way to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyler_Park,_Louisville"&gt;Tyler Park&lt;/a&gt; ( I love the bridge! and the sloping hills to the park--great for sleigh rides!), where Joseph played and James pushed him on the swings.  Chloe-Chloe even took a ride in a toddler swing and absolutely loved it.  Gummy grins and giggles.  Joseph thought it was too cool to get to swing next to his sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another beautiful day "finding happiness in the Highlands" &lt;-- the street banners on Bardstown Road have this slogan on them  Oh, and I found out a duet group &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Watson_Twins"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;The Watson Twins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which I saw on Jay Leno a few nights ago, is from Louisville.  Louisville = full of surprises&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-604315669376043547?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/604315669376043547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=604315669376043547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/604315669376043547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/604315669376043547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/10/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='&quot;These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things...&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-2232454322069075261</id><published>2008-10-07T10:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:11:27.793-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family days'/><title type='text'>Happy 31 years, and 1 day to me!</title><content type='html'>Yes, yesterday was my birthday!  I celebrated by unpacking, rescheduling and making appointments, wiping dirty bottoms, and catching up on laundry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naw, actually we celebrated my birthday Sunday with Dad, Emma, and Sasha.  James surprised me with a cake from &lt;a href="http://www.valumarket.com/index.htm"&gt;ValuMarket&lt;/a&gt;, a local grocery who makes the best cakes of all!  It was air-brushed &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; and was laced with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; ribbon icing and topped off with two huge flowers.  Very pretty.  While James and Dad caught up on things, all of us girls walked to KFC and brought back lunch for all to eat.   After eating, we pigged out on cake and strawberry ice cream.   They surprised me with the cutest purse- ILI- and some &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;$money$&lt;/span&gt; to boot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph and Chloe picked out a beautiful card for me and even wrote in it (it must've been Joseph's penmanship since he's the older of the two):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't talk yet but if we could we would say often how much we love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your loving children,&lt;br /&gt;Joseph and Chloe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo  xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, Daniel, called me yesterday to wish me a Happy Birthday.  It's always great to hear from him, but to know that he thought of me made it that more special.  Dan  is such a sweet and loving guy.  We're planning to have him visit us really soon in our new place.  I think he'll have a good time with the L.O.s (Little Ones).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-2232454322069075261?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2232454322069075261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=2232454322069075261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/2232454322069075261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/2232454322069075261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-31-years-and-1-day-to-me.html' title='Happy 31 years, and 1 day to me!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-542063985340874150</id><published>2008-10-04T11:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T12:08:46.676-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highland adventures'/><title type='text'>We Are In Our New Nest- Still Unpacking!</title><content type='html'>To all our faithful followers:  it's official- we've moved!  We're now Highlanders--and I'm lovin' it.  Every morning I have opened the main door &amp;amp; let the morning air in through the screen door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post will have to be picture less of our picturesque little carriage house and yard.  I wish I had my camera handy; however, it's still M.I.A.  It was one of the last items packed, but must've gotten put in an unlabeled box. Oopsie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the kitchen to make myself a salad (with sunflower seeds- love 'em!) before starting this post and then heard the chattiest and noisiest squirrel.  I thought it was a bird call that was unfamiliar.  Mr. Squirrel was sounding his alarm over something.  I shared a few of my sunflower seeds with him in case he was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still up to our ears in boxes, but we're slowly unpacking.   I'm also cleaning and wiping down surfaces, when I'm not tending to Joseph &amp;amp; Chloe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to see some pictures of our new place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-542063985340874150?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/542063985340874150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=542063985340874150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/542063985340874150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/542063985340874150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-are-in-our-new-nest-still-unpacking.html' title='We Are In Our New Nest- Still Unpacking!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-4110898856479070427</id><published>2008-09-26T11:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:46:05.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Your Mark, Get Set, Pack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SN0C61iIcNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ItblCdwd0vo/s1600-h/moving.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SN0C61iIcNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ItblCdwd0vo/s320/moving.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250355950409773266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The posts have been a little lacking because we've been packing!  Joseph has even been helping pack boxes and tape them closed.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to pack everything from the kitchen today!   Keep you posted....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-4110898856479070427?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4110898856479070427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=4110898856479070427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/4110898856479070427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/4110898856479070427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-your-mark-get-set-pack.html' title='On Your Mark, Get Set, Pack!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SN0C61iIcNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ItblCdwd0vo/s72-c/moving.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-4675355130201423849</id><published>2008-09-23T01:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T01:30:04.231-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful Chloe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph fun'/><title type='text'>Brothers and Sisters Rule*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SNh8DKuKJFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/dwZw51lGxts/s1600-h/beautiful+sissy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SNh8DKuKJFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/dwZw51lGxts/s320/beautiful+sissy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249081759559722066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is growing like a weed.  She was holding and drinking from her own bottle before I snapped this photo.  Teething overtook hunger as she bit at the bottle nipple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see her eyelashes?  Maybe it's Maybelline, maybe it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SNh8Dof7v4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/mEqFpq8fR9A/s1600-h/peanut+butter+mousse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SNh8Dof7v4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/mEqFpq8fR9A/s320/peanut+butter+mousse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249081767553122178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut Butter Hair Mousse (see &lt;a href="http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/09/sticking-around.html"&gt;Banana&lt;/a&gt; Mousse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need some velcro, suction cups, or magnets or something for the plate.  It's Corel- no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I wrote my brother, Daniel, Fri &amp;amp; Sun nights. Joseph decorated his envelope with some art today before it went in the mail. On the back of the envelope, I wrote 'Brothers and Sisters Rule' in the spirit of sibling hood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-4675355130201423849?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4675355130201423849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=4675355130201423849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/4675355130201423849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/4675355130201423849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/09/brothers-and-sisters-rule.html' title='Brothers and Sisters Rule*'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SNh8DKuKJFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/dwZw51lGxts/s72-c/beautiful+sissy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-5655615219006716152</id><published>2008-09-22T12:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:18:26.744-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='before and after'/><title type='text'>Do You Want One?</title><content type='html'>Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SNfDmmrjrdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/QWBHCjnsJeY/s1600-h/before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SNfDmmrjrdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/QWBHCjnsJeY/s320/before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248878958709288402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recycled journal from Borders: $3.00&lt;br /&gt;Scissors: $1.00 - I ended up using the kitchen shears for the job! :)&lt;br /&gt;Fabrics: $1.50&lt;br /&gt;Embroidery floss:  $0.35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SNfBdplu13I/AAAAAAAAAI8/9iiFLpxK724/s1600-h/after.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SNfBdplu13I/AAAAAAAAAI8/9iiFLpxK724/s320/after.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248876605848082290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completed project:  Priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited about writing in my new 'to do' book that I hesitated at adding french knots to the ends of my letters (note that I only did them on the 's' and the 'h').  I had  fun creating this- very easy!  I was able to briefly freshen up my embroidery skills, given it's only a back stitch and some knots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting down to my next project--it's written in my new and stylish 'to do' book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-5655615219006716152?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5655615219006716152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=5655615219006716152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/5655615219006716152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/5655615219006716152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-you-want-one.html' title='Do You Want One?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SNfDmmrjrdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/QWBHCjnsJeY/s72-c/before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-7240657189828203932</id><published>2008-09-20T10:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:01:05.999-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful Chloe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph fun'/><title type='text'>Frosty Teethers &amp; Washable Crayons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SNUQLGwNuTI/AAAAAAAAAIc/r4lCakrzS2I/s1600-h/100_6345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SNUQLGwNuTI/AAAAAAAAAIc/r4lCakrzS2I/s320/100_6345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248118723747625266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe is gnawing the plastic off her frosty teething ring!&lt;br /&gt;It's a must to celebrate the first tooth that pops in!  She's been working so hard at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SNUQLAlNU-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/AH8xy5UsIgI/s1600-h/100_6346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SNUQLAlNU-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/AH8xy5UsIgI/s320/100_6346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248118722090849250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SNUQLZ7TpeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Jy-LrSIHTzI/s1600-h/100_6347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SNUQLZ7TpeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Jy-LrSIHTzI/s320/100_6347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248118728894424546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after Joseph was born and still in &lt;a href="http://www.nortonhealthcare.com/locations/hospitals/kosair/index.aspx"&gt;Kosair's&lt;/a&gt; , I told one of his nurses that"...I will let him draw on the walls when he gets older...I will not care...."  I wanted him to make it through the NICU and by saying such that was my way of looking positively for our future.  Well, it is here!  And, Joseph struck- as you can see in the photos!  But, this was without my knowing.  I left his drawing there a few days for some sentimental reason.  It's more than picture-worthy to me.  Here's Joseph wiping it off--and sucking the water out of the papertowel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must've had some foresight that day at Kosair's, because I really didn't care when I discovered his drawing. And more so, when I discovered that washable crayons really are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;washable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-7240657189828203932?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/7240657189828203932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=7240657189828203932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/7240657189828203932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/7240657189828203932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/09/frosty-teethers-washable-crayons.html' title='Frosty Teethers &amp; Washable Crayons'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SNUQLGwNuTI/AAAAAAAAAIc/r4lCakrzS2I/s72-c/100_6345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-5667621763326309437</id><published>2008-09-17T07:48:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:56:25.309-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On The Menu'/><title type='text'>What's For Dinner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SNDuwU-i7II/AAAAAAAAAIE/xOhHHs2cQ38/s1600-h/dinner+plan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SNDuwU-i7II/AAAAAAAAAIE/xOhHHs2cQ38/s320/dinner+plan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246956079918804098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you getting hungry??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this whimsy little meal planner on futuregirl's &lt;a href="http://www.futuregirl.com/craft_blog/index.aspx"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;, and absolutely loved it!  There's a drawing for every meal type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun, unstructured, and has room for only six meals; this is perfect because we eat leftovers or eat out a night or two. I am inspired and recharged to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) shop for deals and use coupons at the grocery [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meijer has double coupon days!&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) try and share new recipes [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;easy ones; most of the older recipes I have are more intense.  That's before I we two children.&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) finish filling out these "naturific" recipe &lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51wqga4a5KL._SS384_.jpg"&gt;cards&lt;/a&gt; Amanda gave me [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last summer!!&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) serve balanced meals to the family [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give or take some starch or fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) put some fun back in the kitchen [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joseph and Chloe will need to learn to cook sometime&lt;/span&gt;].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!  We will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-5667621763326309437?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5667621763326309437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=5667621763326309437' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/5667621763326309437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/5667621763326309437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-for-dinner.html' title='What&apos;s For Dinner?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SNDuwU-i7II/AAAAAAAAAIE/xOhHHs2cQ38/s72-c/dinner+plan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-3247149292806141121</id><published>2008-09-13T13:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:23:05.401-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our neighborhood'/><title type='text'>Heart of the Highlands</title><content type='html'>Forward Ho!  We are on the move- again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three long months of ongoing maintenance issues within our apartment and the building, we are making a move to the &lt;a href="http://www.thehighlandsoflouisville.com/"&gt;TheHighlands&lt;/a&gt;.  James and I drove around earlier this week just 'browsing the market' and hit the jackpot on a cute and cozy carriage house off Bardstown Road.  We're so fortunate to have found this perfect match for our family.  Our timing was perfect; we saw the property manager putting up the sign when we drove past.  October 1st is our big move day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMv_6hTh23I/AAAAAAAAAH8/GMrLJLlCrQI/s1600-h/lucia+avenue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMv_6hTh23I/AAAAAAAAAH8/GMrLJLlCrQI/s320/lucia+avenue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245567571840850802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic I found on the net.  It's taken at the corner of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new neighborhood to explore.....new faces...new experiences!  Plus, we will be closer to our friends, Charles and Roxanna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-3247149292806141121?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3247149292806141121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=3247149292806141121' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/3247149292806141121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/3247149292806141121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/09/heart-of-highlands.html' title='Heart of the Highlands'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMv_6hTh23I/AAAAAAAAAH8/GMrLJLlCrQI/s72-c/lucia+avenue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-1762349442553999315</id><published>2008-09-12T12:06:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:28:48.182-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='togetherness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote a quote'/><title type='text'>Combating the "Owies"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Adam and Eve &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;had many advantages but the principal one was that they escaped teething. - Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMqU5BtCilI/AAAAAAAAAG8/knknVBZWG4g/s1600-h/100_6262.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMqXvrFTfvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vMvm-RdBPqU/s1600-h/100_6262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMqXvrFTfvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vMvm-RdBPqU/s320/100_6262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245171561300983538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange Popsicle Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMqU7jp_i8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/nBypzYb4xkk/s1600-h/100_6271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMqU7jp_i8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/nBypzYb4xkk/s320/100_6271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245168466930928578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's All.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMqU7yXxLhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FMaTucnmOKw/s1600-h/100_6272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMqU7yXxLhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FMaTucnmOKw/s320/100_6272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245168470881021458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Parrot &amp;amp; Teething Ring Thursday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-1762349442553999315?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1762349442553999315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=1762349442553999315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/1762349442553999315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/1762349442553999315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/09/combating-owies.html' title='Combating the &quot;Owies&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMqXvrFTfvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vMvm-RdBPqU/s72-c/100_6262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-2136109453604288514</id><published>2008-09-09T07:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T08:21:57.421-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Family + Friends = Fun Weekend</title><content type='html'>Friday-  Joseph met with his little playmate, Emily, for some fun driving buses and boats!   It was amazing to see how well Emily was doing and to watch them play together was so cute!  The doctors and nurses at Kosair's worked miracles for our little ones so we could enjoy them today! Susanne and I caught up on the latest when we weren't chasing the kiddos around the mall! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMZl3QlY-HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JFQu5xMjvWs/s1600-h/100_6242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMZl3QlY-HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JFQu5xMjvWs/s320/100_6242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243990816138524786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMZl2ttR8EI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4_6TU0QdZbU/s1600-h/100_6244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMZl2ttR8EI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4_6TU0QdZbU/s320/100_6244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243990806776377410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMZmO-REN3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/kCTY1F4flsY/s1600-h/100_6245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMZmO-REN3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/kCTY1F4flsY/s320/100_6245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243991223538300786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I would have more pictures posted, but most of them were blurred from a slow-shutter camera and fast-moving little ones!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- I invited my friend, Linda W, over to dine on three-cheese manicotti, salad, and bread sticks.   Linda brought two bottles of wine from &lt;a href="http://www.turtlerunwinery.com/"&gt;Turtle Run&lt;/a&gt;, a local winery in Corydon, Indiana.  I have found an appreciation for wine after drinking their Rufus Red (named after their lovable dog that runs the grounds).  The conversation was a great compliment to the food and drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- Oh, was this a busy day!   I went to Amanda's baby shower and enjoyed myself very much while she was showered with gifts!  Watch here ---&gt; &lt;a href="http://olliesescapades.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://olliesescapades.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;--- for details. (I want pictures!!!) I forgot my camera in the frenzy of getting out the door with our little ones, presents, and a diaper bag stuffed to the gills for a full day outing. Jessica and Mom watched Chloe so I could have some 'me time'.  James spent the afternoon with Joseph and his Dad, eating in Corydon and then playing at Hayswood Park.  Afterwards, we drove to Mom's and spent a few hours visiting.  We could not leave without walking over to the neighbor's place to visit the chickens, goats, ducks, and pigs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked in the door around 930pm- way past bedtimes!  Who says you can't sacrifice a little sleep for some fun????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-2136109453604288514?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2136109453604288514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=2136109453604288514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/2136109453604288514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/2136109453604288514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/09/family-friends-fun-weekend.html' title='Family + Friends = Fun Weekend'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMZl3QlY-HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JFQu5xMjvWs/s72-c/100_6242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-644879240241585711</id><published>2008-09-04T14:20:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:21:22.668-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='before and after'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph fun'/><title type='text'>Sticking Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMAngXS_UeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ynr3AXlFrWo/s1600-h/100_6222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMAngXS_UeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ynr3AXlFrWo/s320/100_6222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242233403222217186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph discovered that banana holds better than professional mousse...and tastes better too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMAnfuT2muI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JqWhv75K9dQ/s1600-h/in+the+making.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMAnfuT2muI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JqWhv75K9dQ/s320/in+the+making.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242233392219986658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph has been into animal sounds lately.  He can imitate or sign many of them. So, I bought a handful of these cute little Zoo Pal friends to practice sounds and help with signing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMAnfjMKnyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kChu1WK47Bs/s1600-h/magnet+animals.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMAnfjMKnyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kChu1WK47Bs/s320/magnet+animals.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242233389234954018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With a little magnetic tape, we made them stick to his closet doors! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm curious:  did Joseph use banana mousse to stick his on the doors?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-644879240241585711?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/644879240241585711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=644879240241585711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/644879240241585711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/644879240241585711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/09/sticking-around.html' title='Sticking Around'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SMAngXS_UeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ynr3AXlFrWo/s72-c/100_6222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-6988969441644815068</id><published>2008-08-30T11:54:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:25:46.734-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful Chloe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='togetherness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote a quote'/><title type='text'>"How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SLlxTe-rg1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/qN35V_Uq5Zc/s1600-h/beautiful+chloe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SLlxTe-rg1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/qN35V_Uq5Zc/s320/beautiful+chloe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240344220969698130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Daughters are like flowers,&lt;br /&gt;they fill the world with beauty,&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes attract pests. - Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SLlxTRGjS-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/5lsrMi6Lt5c/s1600-h/father+and+daughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SLlxTRGjS-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/5lsrMi6Lt5c/s320/father+and+daughter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240344217244617698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good thing she has James as her daddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-6988969441644815068?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/6988969441644815068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=6988969441644815068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/6988969441644815068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/6988969441644815068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-sweet-it-is-to-be-loved-by-you.html' title='&quot;How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SLlxTe-rg1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/qN35V_Uq5Zc/s72-c/beautiful+chloe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-197855365315031200</id><published>2008-08-29T13:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:44:45.187-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appointments'/><title type='text'>False Alarms Are Good News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As an overly paranoid mother, I took Joseph to the pediatrician's office this morning for what I thought to believe (self-diagnosed) as a middle ear infection.   He has been somewhat fussy, tugging at his ears and not wanting to go to sleep.    It turns out there was no middle ear infection, no strep throat, nor any reason to take him to the doctor.  :)  Dr. B. did say his throat was a little red from nasal drainage, possibly caused from teething.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;False alarms are good news... and so are stickers from your doctor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the holiday weekend and we are preparing for the annual Satterfield Family Reunion.    I'm in the process of putting together some traditional family reunion games.  Tonight, James is picking up the food and paper items we will need for a yummy spread.   I will be busy wrapping up last minute details the next three evenings while the little ones are asleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope the cheerful invitations I recently sent help draw a crowd for what I'm anticipating to be a downhome good time (minus ants)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SLguYLw_-sI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3q2vkzXRWDE/s1600-h/familyreunionflyersnippit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SLguYLw_-sI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3q2vkzXRWDE/s320/familyreunionflyersnippit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239989159455619778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-197855365315031200?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/197855365315031200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=197855365315031200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/197855365315031200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/197855365315031200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/08/false-alarms-are-good-news.html' title='False Alarms Are Good News'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SLguYLw_-sI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3q2vkzXRWDE/s72-c/familyreunionflyersnippit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-1767277045443593860</id><published>2008-08-26T20:18:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:46:11.938-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph fun'/><title type='text'>Amusements In Central Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SLSdkCCR2nI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bTvvgYLZ7bs/s1600-h/100_6175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SLSdkCCR2nI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bTvvgYLZ7bs/s320/100_6175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238985508886010482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I snapped this one in the nick of time before Joseph excitedly made his way down the slide (more than once, I might add)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SLSdkQWCJnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-iQQBeigDoU/s1600-h/100_6177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SLSdkQWCJnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-iQQBeigDoU/s320/100_6177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238985512726963826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He knelt for sticks, and found walnuts too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SLSdkufP70I/AAAAAAAAAFM/BKd2V66egN0/s1600-h/100_6182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SLSdkufP70I/AAAAAAAAAFM/BKd2V66egN0/s320/100_6182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238985520818679618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and did he ever find sticks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was our first trip to Central Park in Old Louisville.  I have been there before by myself, but not with the little ones.  I'm curious how many steps he took today!!   We saw birds and squirrels galore playing under the trees.  By the way, the trees in this park are massive and offer the best shade around in my book.  We spied much at the park:  an elderly man feeding a squirrel from a bread bag, a squirrel (possibly the same one) getting a drink of water from a fountain, a dog being trained to sit (Joseph did not help with this...), a blackbird taking a bath near a water hose, a noisy airplane overhead (the first he pointed out to me that I can recall), and much more.  Despite the low humidity, the weather was warmer than what I had anticipated, so we called it an afternoon and headed home.  Sweat beads and all.   I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; wait for the day when we take Joseph hiking and camping!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-1767277045443593860?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1767277045443593860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=1767277045443593860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/1767277045443593860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/1767277045443593860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/08/amusements-in-central-park.html' title='Amusements In Central Park'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SLSdkCCR2nI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bTvvgYLZ7bs/s72-c/100_6175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-5684170998021330409</id><published>2008-08-26T08:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:24:06.513-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful Chloe'/><title type='text'>Teething Bites!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We have been going through Orajel like it's candy!  (I think Joseph and Chloe would prefer Orajel over candy at this point!)  Chloe loves Orajel-thank goodness!   If I had to guess, I think ALL of her teeth are coming in.  She has been chewing and drooling to no end.  Joseph has about 6 new teeth coming in; his gums feel like mountains!  I can't believe how well he's handling it.  If it were me, I would crawl up on the sofa and sleep until all of them came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SLPyTeTPWJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NFX3RBtZfFk/s1600-h/100_6075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SLPyTeTPWJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NFX3RBtZfFk/s320/100_6075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238797207927216274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chloe took a moment out of her busy play schedule to watch CNN.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;- Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-5684170998021330409?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5684170998021330409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=5684170998021330409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/5684170998021330409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/5684170998021330409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/08/teething-bites.html' title='Teething Bites!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SLPyTeTPWJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NFX3RBtZfFk/s72-c/100_6075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-1744746605247442956</id><published>2008-08-24T08:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T08:21:02.554-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph fun'/><title type='text'>Good Times!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SLFRenwK96I/AAAAAAAAAD0/YxlwURElEWg/s1600-h/100_6152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SLFRenwK96I/AAAAAAAAAD0/YxlwURElEWg/s320/100_6152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238057428117551010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up with your shirt off is a mystery! (This is a first, too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SLFRep0KMKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jLink1PjTqA/s1600-h/100_6156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SLFRep0KMKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jLink1PjTqA/s320/100_6156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238057428671148194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing in your Diego Rescue Hut is much more fun with it upside down while you climb through the windows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-1744746605247442956?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1744746605247442956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=1744746605247442956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/1744746605247442956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/1744746605247442956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-times.html' title='Good Times!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SLFRenwK96I/AAAAAAAAAD0/YxlwURElEWg/s72-c/100_6152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-189610789833660092</id><published>2008-08-21T11:24:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:20:42.168-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appointments'/><title type='text'>Busy Fishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daddy and Chloe playing on the sofa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SK2Ta3AJYdI/AAAAAAAAADs/wtNTU0Kt2S8/s1600-h/100_6051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SK2Ta3AJYdI/AAAAAAAAADs/wtNTU0Kt2S8/s320/100_6051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237004031352201682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We've had a lot going on around here lately...no time to write... I'm sneaking in a few minutes here while the two little ones are napping and before I'm off to organizing the entryway closet (another project off the to-do list).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuesday was a busy day for us:  Joseph's speech therapist came, Joseph had an appointment at the Neonatal Follow-up Clinic, and we visited Kosair's NICU to see the doctors and nurses that took care of him those first few months of his life.   I've noticed a change in Joseph's speech, although Kim said it would be a gradual process of getting him to be more vocally expressive.  We're more aware of his speech delay and what we can do to help him expand his vocab.  We're including a few signs, which I can tell are making a difference.  He seems to be more interested in learning, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neonatal appointment:   Good news and bad news....  Joseph is doing really well cognitively.  The developmental therapist said that if he walked in her room and without her knowing his medical history she would think that he 'was just a normal kid for his age'.  But, because she does know his medical history she thinks that all the childhood intervention we can get the better...  I agree.  The bad news is that Joseph isn't growing as he should; he has gained a little over 2 pounds in the past six months.  He now weighs 22 lbs. and 2 oz.   We're starting him on a Pediasure diet, replacing his whole milk.  Dr. Devlin said that we'd be spending his college savings on it-- and we will be!  I have a 'high calorie foods' list, too, of what Joseph should be eating.  At first glance, I thought, "this is a heart attack....", but it's what's prescribed to get some meat on Joseph's bones!  Dr. D. said this lack in growth could be because he is more active now; however, it should be watched closely and remedied since he was/is a preemie.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful time seeing the folks at Kosair's.  One special nurse, Susan, practically came running when she saw Joseph.   They played together for a little while before Susan had to go back to tend to a new arrival.  Watching them play together took away the stuffy feeling I was having remembering all the times I walked up to the NICU window and asked to see our baby.  After that, we walked back through the pedway; Joseph loved being above the trucks on the street!  You should have heard the motor sounds he was making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among other news, I made Chloe a pipe cleaner flower that Joseph destroyed shortly after.  James made Joseph a watch, which was destroyed too.  Good thing pipe cleaners recycle!  We're having a lot of fun with them.  The one creation that Joseph hasn't destroyed are a pair of wide-rim glasses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SK2TYxp04RI/AAAAAAAAADM/bf4WphYoFVM/s1600-h/100_6138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SK2TYxp04RI/AAAAAAAAADM/bf4WphYoFVM/s320/100_6138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237003995556667666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here today.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SK2TZVCRZ6I/AAAAAAAAADU/iPT_hK8CSd4/s1600-h/100_6141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SK2TZVCRZ6I/AAAAAAAAADU/iPT_hK8CSd4/s320/100_6141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237004005054441378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SK2TaFUOFYI/AAAAAAAAADc/RT0SjDqz9Yg/s1600-h/100_6142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SK2TaFUOFYI/AAAAAAAAADc/RT0SjDqz9Yg/s320/100_6142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237004018014623106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gone today.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a few new additions to our family..I told you that we were busy!   They're our gill-having friends--fish!  Joseph was so in love with Elmo's goldfish, Dorothy, that we decided to get a few fish of our own.  We're now owners of six tetras.   It's relaxing to watch them swim and explore in their world.  We also bought a fish that Joseph can play with.  He takes her to night-night with him, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SK2Taih99hI/AAAAAAAAADk/0AYwSseSq5A/s1600-h/100_6149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SK2Taih99hI/AAAAAAAAADk/0AYwSseSq5A/s320/100_6149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237004025856914962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-189610789833660092?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/189610789833660092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=189610789833660092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/189610789833660092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/189610789833660092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-fishing.html' title='Busy Fishing'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SK2Ta3AJYdI/AAAAAAAAADs/wtNTU0Kt2S8/s72-c/100_6051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-5684963860644499076</id><published>2008-08-15T22:21:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:25:14.461-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful Chloe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph fun'/><title type='text'>Let's Do It Again....Say, Next Week??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SKY6RqYbDZI/AAAAAAAAACs/4tQ0yGaPHOE/s1600-h/100_6103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SKY6RqYbDZI/AAAAAAAAACs/4tQ0yGaPHOE/s320/100_6103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234935691973692818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After our walk around town, I was happy that Chloe extended her nap in the stroller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SKY6R2tt4OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VCGmBaCU8Fc/s1600-h/100_6100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SKY6R2tt4OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VCGmBaCU8Fc/s320/100_6100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234935695284232418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I could tend to Brother who found himself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; the dining room table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SKY9NOoomzI/AAAAAAAAADE/f0nqoqpFNOA/s1600-h/100_6104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SKY9NOoomzI/AAAAAAAAADE/f0nqoqpFNOA/s320/100_6104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234938914340903730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;making notes on his stomach and the calendar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had just finished a walk up 5th Street to see the Ohio River and the George Rogers Clark statue at the belvedere.  Joseph kept pointing up at the statue in amazement!  I kicked myself for not bringing the camera to capture the moment.  I sat Joseph on the base of the statue and pointed to George's extremely large feet.  Ha, the look on Joseph's face!  We also tried to befriend a squirrel that Joseph wanted to 'see' so badly.  The squirrel ran away once he realized we came without treats and that he was up against a persistent toddler.  Joseph waved bye-bye to the squirrel.  (Note to self:  Bring the camera and critter treats on our future outings.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-5684963860644499076?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5684963860644499076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=5684963860644499076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/5684963860644499076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/5684963860644499076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/08/lets-do-it-againsay-next-week.html' title='Let&apos;s Do It Again....Say, Next Week??'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SKY6RqYbDZI/AAAAAAAAACs/4tQ0yGaPHOE/s72-c/100_6103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-1659697062305793565</id><published>2008-08-14T13:55:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:15:39.088-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='togetherness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkeys'/><title type='text'>"Hey, Hey, We're the Monkeys..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SKRyps2PguI/AAAAAAAAABw/fQMovoSCT-I/s1600-h/100_6053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SKRyps2PguI/AAAAAAAAABw/fQMovoSCT-I/s320/100_6053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234434727650231010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the youngest Calvin Klein pajama model....So, not really, but I could not get over how 'composed' he looks in this picture, despite being surrounded by monkeys!  We just finished playing with them when he took a time out to pose for Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SKRz1UKQmbI/AAAAAAAAACA/IFNPJKvcI6s/s1600-h/100_6089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SKRz1UKQmbI/AAAAAAAAACA/IFNPJKvcI6s/s320/100_6089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234436026693360050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big brother helping his sissy with her fine motor skills...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-1659697062305793565?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1659697062305793565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=1659697062305793565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/1659697062305793565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/1659697062305793565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-hey-were-monkeys.html' title='&quot;Hey, Hey, We&apos;re the Monkeys...&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SKRyps2PguI/AAAAAAAAABw/fQMovoSCT-I/s72-c/100_6053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-5050506830468298196</id><published>2008-08-09T07:39:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:16:13.328-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='togetherness'/><title type='text'>Cardboard Boxes and Baby Seals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SJ2HX3flXoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OUZWcOMdovo/s1600-h/My+New+House.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SJ2HX3flXoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OUZWcOMdovo/s320/My+New+House.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232487186177547906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joseph loves this box!  It's one still lingering around our new place from our recent move.  Joseph has had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a blast in this box, with it's windows and peek holes.  Notice the keys in his hands.  Yes, this house came fully furnished with french doors, and a deadbolt to boot!  We're gonna have to sell his new house soon; I noticed a cardboard rash on his arms yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SJ2HYdD3GpI/AAAAAAAAABY/_g3d25DcSxo/s1600-h/True+Love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SJ2HYdD3GpI/AAAAAAAAABY/_g3d25DcSxo/s320/True+Love.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232487196261816978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daddy's Little Girl:  He's smitten!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SJ2HYRLto0I/AAAAAAAAABg/mDVJLugWwi8/s1600-h/100_6010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SJ2HYRLto0I/AAAAAAAAABg/mDVJLugWwi8/s320/100_6010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232487193073525570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SJ2Iq6pw2oI/AAAAAAAAABo/DbGtbhK8kws/s1600-h/baby+seal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SJ2Iq6pw2oI/AAAAAAAAABo/DbGtbhK8kws/s320/baby+seal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232488612954692226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I call this Chloe's "Baby Seal" photo! See the resemblance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The past few days have flown by!  It's now Saturday morning, and I have a lot on our schedule for today.  Mostly, I am getting ready for our Satterfield Family Renunion held at Sycamore Springs.  I am working on a mailing to be sent to those extended family members whose addresses I have gathered from other extended family members.  Keep you posted on the progress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph's new speech therapist came yesterday to evaluate Joseph.  She was recommended to us by his physical therapist, Courtney (she may be discharging him soon from physical therapy--yay!).  Kim Cripe is the speech therapist's name; she is sooo sweet!   She loves children and was so patient and loving to Joseph.   She gave me the news I expected:  Joseph's receptive language is above par for his age, and he's behind for his expressive language skills.  Our homework until she comes again is to sign 'drink' and 'eat' to him, and to start talking with him any time after he talks (which we do this some, but not all the time) to promote conversation.  So, I'm going to be very diligent about repeating everything he does, even if it's "vroom, vroom, grrrrrr" (these are his throaty sounds for truck).  She'll be sharing with us a report of her full assessment, but for now we know what we need to work on until she visits again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph and I went to our favorite part of Waterfront Park yesterday and played. He loves going down the slides and climbing through all the tunnels.   I would have pictures of this, but there's a 'water' area too, and I didn't want to risk getting our camera wet!  He was all over the place running from one area to another, making friends along the way.  There were two beautiful blond-haired little girls (Joseph was enthralled!) hanging upside down from monkey bars!   He was so fascinated watching them hang upside down by their feet and knees and swinging in the air.  I could see, "Mom, I REALLY want to try that!", written all over Joseph's face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for now, but I'll keep you updated with what's new around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-5050506830468298196?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5050506830468298196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=5050506830468298196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/5050506830468298196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/5050506830468298196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/08/cardboard-boxes-and-baby-seals.html' title='Cardboard Boxes and Baby Seals'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SJ2HX3flXoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OUZWcOMdovo/s72-c/My+New+House.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-2291604753180550636</id><published>2008-08-07T14:24:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:13:46.747-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful Chloe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playthings Toy Store'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph fun'/><title type='text'>College Funds Depleted At Toy Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SJtC6KeoGJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/xPe5fRGkxMY/s1600-h/100_5985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SJtC6KeoGJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/xPe5fRGkxMY/s320/100_5985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231848959133620370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so no funds were depleted, but I was very tempted this week!  Tuesday on Mommy's Day Out, I discovered the BEST local toy store on a street that I go down at least once a week!   I had just made my way out of Pizza Hut and noticed a little store tucked away across the street with a toy soldier standing guard in front and decided to check it out.  This is when I discovered Playthings Toy Shoppe, my few favorite toy store!   (Joseph and Chloe are going to love it even more!)  I am supposed to be the parent, right?  I felt like a kid again, my head spinning looking at all the games, puppets, stuffed animals, wooden blocks, plastic planes and trains, race car and train tracks, bath toys...oh, the list could go on and on! I can't wait to go back and it's only been a couple days since I visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the excitement of exploring this store (of course I had to pick up everything to 'see' it), I ended up buying Joseph his first tool belt and&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SJtC6S8D66I/AAAAAAAAAA4/lE90C5MAHh4/s1600-h/100_5993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SJtC6S8D66I/AAAAAAAAAA4/lE90C5MAHh4/s320/100_5993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231848961404562338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a Magic Mic.  I can't wait to go back and it's only been a couple days since I visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously unemployed toddler, Joseph, turned work-a-holic handyman loves to help out around the house.  He has fixed the baby gate to the kitchen, repaired his window hinge, his knees, and his dresser's handles.  Joseph's tool belt even came with a beeper, so he can't escape his customers!  :)  So far, though, he's managed t o stay pretty busy around our place. I've posted a few pics of him hard at work and taking a break from his long day.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SJtD9O94bPI/AAAAAAAAABA/6gNVwWVUnTI/s1600-h/100_5858.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Chloe's job- being beautiful- remains easy as ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SJtD9O94bPI/AAAAAAAAABA/6gNVwWVUnTI/s1600-h/100_5858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SJtD9O94bPI/AAAAAAAAABA/6gNVwWVUnTI/s320/100_5858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231850111389691122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-2291604753180550636?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2291604753180550636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=2291604753180550636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/2291604753180550636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/2291604753180550636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/08/college-funds-depleted-at-toy-store.html' title='College Funds Depleted At Toy Store'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FHHl_OWsXw0/SJtC6KeoGJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/xPe5fRGkxMY/s72-c/100_5985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630342395313136103.post-5946181276963069882</id><published>2008-08-05T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:53:27.745-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr bear'/><title type='text'>Diving Into Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;This is my first post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;which I'm delighted to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And will be the start of many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;from our family and Mr. Bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm taking a head dive right into blogging and am very excited about this adventure. I've finally found a medium that is going to work for me! This will help me keep our friends and family updated with every day happenings that would otherwise be lost in time....and....this will prevent all of our precious pictures from becoming stale on our digital camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who am I? A stay-at-home mother of two beautiful children who loves anything crafty and that brings out my creative side.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who Is Mr Bear? One sunny day in San Diego James and I went shopping at the Navy Exchange (NEX). I walked past the cutest bear on the shelf, who happened to be waiting for a new home. I showed him to James with many "oohs" and "aahs" about how cuddly and cute he looked. After we finished shopping and were stepping into the car, James announced to me that he needed to go back into the NEX and make a payment on our Navy Exchange card. I was oblivious to this (and to James' antics at this early stage in our marriage) and waited for him to return to the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we were crossing over Coronado Bridge James starting telling me a tale about how the lady behind the counter was coming onto him. Repeating his encounter with the salesperson, he said she said, "Aww, what a nice guy you are buying that cute bear!" My ears began to ring as I heard this, and I knew that the bag he sneakily put in the backseat had in it the cuddly bear I had admired. He came clean and took the bear out of the bag for me to enjoy on the way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shortly after the bear came home and way, way, way before our first born was thought of or conceived, James suggested we name him "Mr. Bear" and give him to our first born. After Joseph was born and during his hospital stay, Mr. Bear was by his side and to this day they sleep together in his crib. Thus, the legend of Mr. Bear began and continues in our household. Good night Joseph, Chloe, and Mr. Bear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630342395313136103-5946181276963069882?l=growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5946181276963069882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1630342395313136103&amp;postID=5946181276963069882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/5946181276963069882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630342395313136103/posts/default/5946181276963069882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithmrbear.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-my-first-post-which-im.html' title='Diving Into Blogging'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541546888590843521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
